I quickly turned to my right, meeting blue eyes. He put out his cigarette and then smirked at my shocked state and me.

Ah, the guy with no name. Noah and Myles' friend. The one that races with them.

Right, he asked me something, didn't he? What was I trying to do again?

"A relationship." I dryly spit out. I turned away from the dude looking for Noah, but yeah, I probably missed him because of this fucker right next to me. "With Noah? Forget that. He's so into Leona, it's actually embarrassing."

Was he right? Yeah. Am I letting him have that? No.

"Yeah, I'm aware, but I'm his best friend." Blue eyes laughed whole heartily and leaned on the tree next to us. "And you think, your status would still be best friend, if he wanted you to be more than that? There's a reason you're his best friend and not his girlfriend." Rude.

"Who even are you? Why are you minding my business?" It annoyed me how right this stranger was. "I don't know. It doesn't really matter, huh?" His white teeth, don't ask me how they're still white even though he smoked. Lucky motherfucker. Anyway. His white teeth almost blinded me as he just smiled at me. He thinks, it's funny.

"You're on Noah's Team, aren't you?" I wanted to reassure myself because honestly, right now there's a chance of me twisting literally everything. I felt buzzed. Like, what was even happening? Also, there are many guys with blue eyes. I didn't want to confuse him with someone else.

Blue eyes just nodded and slid his hands in his front pockets. "Hey, listen. You don't have to follow my advice, but if I were you, I would let this whole thing with Noah go. Unless you want to ruin the friendship. Like, literally demolish it..."

I wanted to respond, but this guy just kept going. "Burn, tear, destroy, throw that shit right of the windo-"

"Okay! I got it!" I yelled, "But feelings don't just disappear like that. Especially not after having them for many years." The boy in front of me just shrugged his shoulders. He strolled on over to me and looked down at me. He's actually quite handsome. "If you really want to risk it, you should have some kind of tactic. Not like that and especially not with another girl in the picture."

I tried understanding his intentions, but my stupidity was way faster than the rest of me. "You want me to kill her?" "Oh my god." He buried his face in his hands and sighed defeated.

"I don't want you to do anything. I am only telling you, that there are other ways to land a guy." I nodded once again. I also understood what he was trying to say, but looking at his face right now, I started to recognize him even more.

"You're number 52, aren't you?" Confused because of my sudden subject change, he frowned trying to follow my train of thought, but there's not really something he could follow.

"Wha-" "Your number on your bike. It's 52." Unsure of what I'm on about, he confirmed my statement. He was tall, and strands of his black hair fell into his face, almost hiding the blue eyes I mentioned before.

If he's in the same class as Noah and Myles, he's probably almost my age. Maybe like a year older, who knows?

"So... 52. I must go to my next class. So do you." Mumbling myself into the ground, I slowly backed away from him. He just snickered and shook his head. "Sure." Eventually his gaze left mine as he leaned back onto the tree, grabbing his phone reading something.

Wow. The way I handled this really deserved at least an Oscar. A plus. Honestly, Cosima. You killed this bitch.

With every step I took away from 52, it started becoming easier to breathe again. I think, I just experienced something otherworldly. Like, what just happened? All I wanted to do, was tell Noah how I felt, but I ended up embarrassing myself.

Walking past the boy's locker room, I locked eyes with Noah, and he smiled at me. Shyness crept up my spine and I smiled into the ground.

Whatever just had happened, it confused the shit out of me. But also, Number 52 had a point. Did I really want to ruin my friendship with Noah over my feelings that are going to be rejected either way? Was it really worth it? Or do I maybe have a chance?
Should I risk it all only for a relationship?

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Because of my level of genius, I obviously knew what class I had next. Obviously, like no question. Yeah, no. Who am I kidding? I forgot. Or no, I actually never knew in the first place. But hey, at least I am honest.

I grabbed my phone opening the map on Snapchat, so I could check where the redhead was at. I was too proud to just text her. Like, why take the easy route, when you could do it the hard way and maybe discover new stuff? With stuff I mean- Yeah, no. I got nothing.

Walking towards Shirin's location I quickly realized where she's at. And that certain place is called math class. Hell no. I did a one-eighty and planned on vanishing right behind the next corner. Pretty sure, Hugo wouldn't mind any company, but luck really wasn't my friend today, so I bumped into someone.

In front of me was my math teacher. Like seriously? "Where are you going, Miss Michaels? As far as I am concerned, you're supposed to sit in my class, aren't you?" "I am?" I questioned and smiled sweetly. "Yes." She grabbed my shoulders and gently shoved me towards the classroom.

I looked like the new kid. Terrified and helpless. Like a deer in front of a driving truck. I mean, I know everyone here. Everyone's nice and I've made friends, but this one motherfucker, I just don't like him. It's- It's my desk and he's placed right in the middle of the front row.

Mrs Cleve looked at me warningly and I took a seat right in front of my best friend. I'm fine. I'm okay. There's no stress and no panicking. I've never been better, honestly. I know I'm acting like I am dying and I'm being really dramatic, but it's just... Yeah, I guess that's just me.

And just to make sure, I wanted to make this clear right now, I didn't forget my books at home... They're just running late. "Okay, class. I've given you quite a lot of homework, and we won't be discussing them today. We'll do it on Wednesday. Today, we'll just freshen up what we did last week." Mrs Cleve turned to the board and the folks behind me started grabbing their stuff, so they'd could follow the class.

You wonder why I didn't grab anything? You know, I have back problems, so crouching down to my bag was really painful...

Am I just being lazy? Maybe. Mrs Cleve turned to look at us and I eventually forced myself to grab a pen and paper, but my face probably said it all because Cleve smirked at me, shaking her head lightly.

She was gonna point me out, I already knew that. "It's always amusing seeing some students acting like they're being tortured in my class." She giggled pointing at me with her pen. Mam, that's not funny. You can't just find pleasure in someone else's pain. That's not something a teacher should do.

And besides, it's the truth. I sat there like I had the WORST period cramps of 2019.

But because I've already been written down once today, I decided to let Cleve have this one and just roll my eyes, darting them out of the window, where the boys were having PE.

Automatically, I started looking for my friends and found them really quickly. They were playing soccer and looking at the colours they were wearing, they were playing against each other. There also was a third group doing workouts directly under the sun. My condolences man...

Some of these dudes weren't wearing shirts because they felt extra special. Did it bother me? No. I mean, 6 times 4 is 24. So, in total, I was looking at 24 four single ab muscles. That's how I'd enjoy doing math.

There where also three other dudes, that only moved when Greedy was looking at them and let's be honest. Same... Literally same.

I recognized number 52 and he paranoidly glanced back at Coach for a few times, before he started slowly backing away from the sports track. He was trying to ditch, wasn't he? His figure was actually quite fit, so why'd he want to skip PE?

Or no, I get him, to be honest. I said it before, but sport at school sucks, so it's basically a waste of time. So, him trying to flee from this boredom made complete sense to me.

That boy's smart and ditching Greedys class wasn't easy at all, so this dude's at least as smart as I am. Good for him. He had exactly two brain cells...